14
Five hours later Drake was sitting across the small table in his cabin from Sonia again. A bottle of whiskey sat between them and they each had a full glass. Neither had touched their drink so far.
“I know it’s a bad day when the whiskey comes out,” said Sonia.
“I needed something stronger than beer after dealing with those bloody Acolytes.”
“I’ll drink to that. I’ll even drink the whiskey.”
She took a sip, then pulled a surprised face. “Wow! This is much better than the normal stuff. I’d go as far as calling it just pretty bad.”
“Really?” Drake took a sip of his. “You’re right! I’m going to complain when we next visit the station where I bought it.”
“That might be tricky considering we’re heading away from anywhere we’ve ever been before at quite some speed. Which station
